A Bird In The Hand

A sparrow, my window,
With velocity hit,
Sunlight was so bright,
That it saw not a whit.

It failed to divert,
From pane, it did bank,
The bang made me jump,
My heart slowly sank.

So hopeful, I bounded,
With alacrity, raced,
To find it lay broken,
On my patio, placed.

I saw at a glance,
To one side, its head loll,
Knew that the impact
Had taken its toll,

Then, carefully picking
It up in my palm,
I softly caressed its
Warm breast to becalm,

As if it were living,
Though eyes were shut tight,
No breath was expiring—
He’d flown his last flight.

I wrapped it in paper,
Lay it down on the floor,
Of my shed to await,
A swift burial, poor.

We laid it in earth,
Near Francis, in stone,
Trusting its soul,
To the heavens has flown.

Kathleen Mortensen©2008

I am bereft. Despite having put up a birdfeeder back in the early days of December, we have had nothing more than a trio of juncoes who stopped by around a noon for a few days. At my old house in the city, we had countless birds of endless variety. They made my winter more bearable. I am bereft.

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The Birds and the Bees (No, really!)

I went out for my morning walk a little earlier today and found some friends along the way.  I want to share them with you.

I saw this guy standing sentinel on a street-light, that overlooks a construction site not far away.
I thought the pond was empty, and then I spotted  this duck taking a dive.
She was kind enough to show her face.  (I can’t get too close to the pond as it’s surrounded by a bank of reedy marsh and loaded with all the weeds that make me sneeze!)
As I made my way along, I was surprised to find these three tucked away in a fore-corner of the pond—nearly out of sight, but not quite.
I’m usually afraid of anything that stings, but my inner naturalist has emerged relatively fearless, and I was determined to get a few shots of this beautiful bee.
I like the contrast in this image between life and death, don’t you?
Make sure you come back soon, because I learned from a neighbour that a very special pair frequent the swampy patch right across from my house! I hope to capture them on my camera tomorrow, if I’m lucky. They are very intrepid.

ENCORE: Kat’s ALL-Natural 12 Days of Christmas




On the first day of Christmas, 
my true love gave to me
a crow high in a pine tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Two mourning doves,
and a crow high in a pine tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four  running mice,
Three striped skunks
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Nine finches flitting,
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Ten hares a-hopping,
Nine finches flitting
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree. 
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eleven chippies, chipping,
Ten hares a-hopping,
Nine finches flitting
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree. 
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Twelve hummers humming,
Eleven chippies, chipping
Ten hares a-hopping,
Nine finches flitting
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree. 

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A River of Stones – Let us begin

Observations of the world around us, documented daily for the month of January.

I’m a little late, but there’s no penalty for that, so I’ve begun with observations I made on our drive out to the country yesterday.
To participate in the creative journey, please visit the  River of Stones website.

Ice-floe fingers float silently downstream.

         A battleship fleet of clouds unmoored in the steel sky.

                   Mennonite Mrs. heads home, face ruddy against the rude west wind.

                                The grizzled mutt rests rickety haunches on the cold pavement
                                                                            outside the donut shop – anticipating his treat.

                                              Cold air lends acoustics to the  hawk’s sharp cry.

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The 12 Days of Christmas (Kat-style)

 

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I’m missing the Hyggehus backyard; can you tell? All together now!

Kat sings!

 

KAT’S NATURAL 12 DAYS of CHRISTMAS

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
a crow high in a pine tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Two mourning doves,
and a crow high in a pine tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four  running mice,
Three striped skunks
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Nine finches flitting,
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Ten hares a-hopping,
Nine finches flitting
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree. 

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eleven chippies, chipping,
Ten hares a-hopping,
Nine finches flitting
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree. 

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Twelve hummers humming,
Eleven chippies, chipping
Ten hares a-hopping,
Nine finches flitting
Eight jays a-japing,
Seven squirrels a-squabbling,
Six bees a-buzzing,
Five bold rats,
Four running mice,
Three striped skunks,
Two mourning doves,
And a crow high in a pine tree. 

Kat Mortensen©2010 Protected by Copyscape DMCA Takedown Notice Checker

For something more solemn, please see the poem in the post below.

Saying Goodbye to the Hyggehus

 

RETREAT

 

A feather-flash of crimson

Calls a flutter to my heart;

Rustle in the underbrush—

A tear sheds.

 

Here, the hawk hacked the dove;

Here, the crow, culled an eye.

Here, the wing-beat halted

Against the sun-blazed pane.

 

On this playing field—beyond

My garden window,

The furred and feathered

Danced, to my delight;

There swelled a symphony

Of calls and cries.

 

In this sanctuary,

Small gifts from God

Intruded upon my solitude

To make me smile.

 

I have cast my last nut;

I have filled the final bath.

 

I must go—

Leave them to fall back

On instinct.

As I do.

 

Kat Mortensen©2010 Protected by Copyscape DMCA Takedown Notice Checker